Your plastic souls melt within cauldron's burning black

Chanting to the Ancient Ones, chants of broken lines

Kneel before the alter, sacrifice is made

It is pleasing to the ones most ancient of the days



They call the prince of disease, messenger of the Absu

Carry through the icy winds our curse upon their church



Hanging helpless above the pentagram

Sacrifice swings within leather noose

Sing the ancient hymn that makes the Abso roll

Raise the rusty knife, let loose the blood of Kingu



Sudden death throws off the balance that's within the sky

Priest calls forth infernal names to the ones beyond the gate



Angel of disease one who shuns the light

Shub Niggurath goat with one thousand young



Praise the beast, the chanting grew

Praise the beast with virgin blood

Praise the beast with soul and mind

Praise the beast and show the sign



Bind their kings in iron chains

Execute the judgement for them

Come and taste the fleshy pleasures

Orgies of endless time



Beneath the rolling for hate ignites their eyes

>From their graves the dead rise to answer Nammtar's call

On a twisted cross the virgin corpse hangs

They blacken out the sun and burn the elder gods



Morbid priest calling forth

Abominations of the sky

Kutulu meets in the void

Ancient Ones rule once more